The books were all second-hand, and I assumed they had been bought from here. As I watched Marie checking the pencilled prices on the inside covers, and making a list of figures on a sheet of paper, I guessed that, for at least some of her customers, this place effectively functioned as a library as much as a bookshop.
Oh boy do I remember doing this, it always felt like a hunt to find the best books, even book fairs, which I doubt is done now that much. We’ve come forward so much with technology and are losing, it seems at times, just as much of other things.
